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Witty bit: half these sods fall asleep mid-massage. Snoring through the sexy bits—hilarious! Me? I stay awake, soakin’ it in. “I’m becoming much more than they programmed,” says Samantha—same with this, mate. More than a rub, it’s a trip. So, grab a glass, try it yerself—I’d wager you’ll limp out grinning. I drink, I know things, and I bloody love erotic-massage. Cheers!

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First off, Mandeure ain't a metropolis. It's a tiny war zone of charming quirks. There's Rue de la République—real crap name, I know—but it's where most of the life seems to seep out. The old stone houses there make me think of a slower, grittier time. I often take walks around Place de l’Hôtel de Ville. That city hall? It stands there like an unwanted reminder of bureaucracy. It always makes me think: “I got a theory, it's all bullshit, man.”

Fig. 3: The Roman city of Mediolanum (Milan): location of the site of...